The Loud House It's Not Your Fault 소설 & 이야기

“ It was my fault and I will never forgive myself!” “ Gringo!” she pulled away from him and held his face with both hands. “ Listen, it wasn't your fault, okay? It wasn't your fault, it wasn't you who did this to me! Say you know it's not your fault. Say it!” “ Ok…”

Nate never takes the word no nicely. Does he know something about this? “This is my issue to fix—” “That’s where you’re wrong” he cuts me mid sentence “ This isn’t just your problem. It’s mine.” He let out a sharp sigh. “It’s my problem, Elara. It’s my fault you were almost kidnapped!” he yelled. “There I said it!” “Your fault?” I repeated. How can it be his fault? “What the fuck do you mean it’s your fault?” A dry chuckle escaped me. “Are you losing your touch, Nate? Because this lie isn’t even believable.”

She says, over and over again. “ It's not your fault, it was an accident. '' I say. ''You also do not.” she whispers, catching me off guard.

Dahlia went to her, sobbing in her arms and at that moment I felt like shit. It was my fault this scene was unfolding and I didn't even know what was happening to me. I was the one causing her this pain. “You shouldn't have called her.” Logan said to his mother. His hands were tugged in his pocket and I wondered how he managed to remain nonchalant under such circumstances. He didn't even flinch. The whole thing was too much for me to watch. The atmosphere in the room was heavy and suffocating. “At least some of us had the decency to tell her the truth, unlike you.” His sister added bitterly. Logan shot her a deadly glare and everyone fell silent again.

I roared at him. “That was a mistake," he said with his head still bowed. I scoffed as I stood up from my seat.“you set a person's house on fire mistakenly" I slapped him when I got to where he was. “The flash drive could have been hidden in that house, did you not think of that?” I screamed in his face. "It was Luigi's fault. He didn't..." “Shut the fuck up!"Aren't you smart enough to get things done without any complications? “

The shouting went on with Ame blocking her husband's path as he headed out of the house. The two female helps left in the house cowered in the corner of another room, overhearing all the noise as the couple brawled on. "You're going nowhere, Dapo!" Ame thundered as she stood stoutly before her husband. "Get out of my way, bitch!" Dapo snarled as he advanced menacingly towards his wife. "Your whores are the bitches, Dapo! You won't leave this house with my daughter's money!"

at the time I didnt respond because I think I was deafened by the nerves. Blake and I got out the car, Blakes mum Bronwyn hugged him and then looked at me and didn't say a word, as I went to greet her, she looked at Blake's car and snapped "you didn't wash your car before coming to see me!!, you are embarrassing me Blake". Bronwyn turned around and walked inside, Blake gestured me to follow, once inside I saw Blake's grandmother Elizabeth sitting In her reclining chair being jumped on by Bronwyns gigantic poodle named Alexa, Elizabeth giggled as Blake moved Alexa out of the way and kissed her forehead, Blake introduced me to Elizabeth "grannie, this is Ana" he pointed to me standing nervousl

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

The sound was deafening in the enclosed space. He screamed, collapsing to the ground, clutching his bleeding foot. The others screamed too. Backed against the wall. "That," I said calmly, "is what happens when you don't pay attention in my house. When your negligence nearly costs me my wife." This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not again. I turned to the others. "Anyone else want to tell me they weren't paying attention? That they didn't see anything? That they don't know anything?" Silence. Just the prep cook's sobbing and Maria's muffled crying.

“Your house… it’s… it’s not what it used to be. I don’t think it’s safe for you to stay there.” ******************